Bride Brownie, though exquisitely bee-you-tee-ful, knows her own mind. She disapproves vigorously of the match her hoomin has come up with. She will choose her own husbun, thank you!

@ITtheNth: When I was covered with mite bites, our hoomin doctor was completely at a loss. Queen Phoebe and Prince Consort Drizzle's vet nailed the diagnosis and treated everybun just fine. The hoomin doc was less than impressed when I suggested she should have asked for a veterinary consult.

Miss Havishbun sits alone in her wedding dress, and because of her sorrow, tells all comers, and all hoomins who try to love her, "I DO NOT... APPROVE OF YOU! I only want my fiance-bun to come and groom me and marry me.... Where is he? Why didn't he come?"

No, I don't believe it! Brownie is not in such a predicament! She's just been dressed up by a hoomin that ought to know that her natural fur is the most beautiful outfit for her to wear!